St. Peter In Chains: The Collection. [OPEN!]

[meanwhileback]

Who: Penelope Lane, her models, her muses, her admirers, the curious and the critics. ANYONE. EVERYONE. GET IN HERE!!
What: Penelope's long-awaited runway show! Finally!
Where: St. Peter In Chains, abandoned cathedralish church.
When: Friday, June 29th! Eveningtime. Show starts at 7pm and goes... well. Until everyone isn't there anymore, I guess!! For whatever reason.
Notes: IMPORTANT: There's going to be a bunch of subthreads for different parts of the night. Feel free to tag around in them as you want! I'd like fabulous things to happen here, people. Fabulous. Things.
EDIT: NOW WITH ADDED TERROR!! SEE LINK BELOW!!
Warnings: Scary things, NPC death, injuries... horrors!!

The venue has been done up quite well for the occasion, all things considered. The old pews that were still salvageable have been repurposed and rearranged to face the aisle down the center of the enormous main room, where a raised runway has been set up. Lighting and temporary walls, and even an audio system have been brought in and installed for the occasion, and the impressive wreathed columns have been dramatically lit from below to emphasize the height of the room.

All told, it looks like it cost absolute scads of money to renovate an abandoned space to this level of elegance; whether this is actually true or not is largely immaterial. As with so much of society, it's the appearance of the thing that matters most, not the reality of it. Perhaps that's a statement Penelope Lane is making intentionally. Everyone knows the designer is one of the most outspoken members of her cohort, after all, and not one to misrepresent herself.

And she is, tonight, for one, brief, shining moment, entirely in control. Take plenty of pictures; it won't last long.

AND NOW: THE REAL SHOW BEGINS

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[boomvox]

Jae curls his arm around Sunny's shoulders, painting a picture a bit like some kind of drunken stagger as they get out, amongst the throng of people still evacuating - Hellsing agents filtering in, medics setting up, chaos in a shoebox. They're going to have to walk for blocks to get a cab in this mess, but he just -

- stops for a second and leans over to kiss Sunny (out of order) because Sunny is amazing and Jae was so fucking scared, and he forgets to stop walking as he does this so he has to untangle for a second, walks backwards for a step, then takes Sunny's face in his hands and kisses him again, decisive, still tasting like stress and bottled-up fear in some slim way he's burying already. A run-on of events as much as that sentence; he rights himself again and grabs his partner's hand once more.

[yeouiju]

There are a lot of questions brewing between them, probably, or at least, the seeds of necessary conversations being sown. Sunny appreciates that right now, he can still be kissed, his hand coming up to grip Jae's arm and remaining almost passive-- receptive-- save for the fact he responds, a breathy laugh sealed off and cancelled.

His head rests on Jae's shoulder for just a moment before they have to split apart properly, hold hands, and go home.